"That Shen must have hired quite a few internet trolls; they seem pretty practiced at it," Sheng Qian murmured her opinion softly. "Want to trash-talk back for you?"
"No need, let her rant first," Su Wanxin declined. "Let it all out."
Sheng Qian: "..."
That calm about it?
Su Wanxin didn’t care about the matter in the slightest. In fact, she even went online specifically to see how she was being insulted and what faults Shen Xiaochen was targeting.
In the end, after looking around, it was all just trivial nonsense.
Either saying she slept her way through, or claiming she clung to powerful n to bear their children, or else accusing her of being a bully, relying on the Su Family’s influence to attack honest businesses.
This one-sided slinging match continued for nearly a week, heating up with the ST coffee promotion in full swing.
More and more people drank ST’s coffee and joined the ranks of its troll army, vaulting into the campaign against Su Wanxin. Eventually, the flas spread to others.
Online discussions about Yangyang began to surface, speculating what kind of person a child would beco with a mother like Su Wanxin – promiscuous and filthy, and without knowing who his father is.
Su Wanxin had ntioned in an interview before that she was a person who liked to speak with data.
So, so dumbass keyboard warriors asked, while sleeping with different n every day and getting pregnant, which data tric should Su Wanxin use to determine the father of her child.
The dark side of humanity erged, Su Wanxin’s silence unleashing more and more trashy desires.
They started to discuss how much it would cost to sleep with Su Wanxin for one night.
There were discussions about who the man behind Su Wanxin was, with a list being drafted.
Discussions about in which kindergarten Su Wanxin’s son was enrolled and how much the tuition was.
When the continuous dirty verbal sewage was violently thrown at Su Wanxin, passersby began to not stand it anymore.
[When adults fight and drag kids into the spotlight, Shen’s army seems to have quite low standards.]
[Watching for a few days and can’t stand it any longer, this wave of trashing is too senseless, clearly the nature of paid trolls.]
[I’m just a finance person who doesn’t understand what you all are ranting about, what Su Wanxin said was right, the recent ST financial reports really look bad, no amount of troll hiring and trash-talk can change that ugly fact.]
[The coffee sent by ST tastes so bad, I really wonder what those who say it tastes good are thinking...]
[Wait for , sisters above, it really tastes bad, the kind you don’t want a second sip after the first.]
[I may be young and not well-educated, but I’ve had hand-ground coffee too, and now I seriously doubt if what ST sent was coffee or just fragrance mixed with water...]
There are rational netizens after all who can see that this online war of words is entirely abnormal.
But Shen Xiaochen was already wallowing in self-delight, surfing the internet daily, taking pleasure in the insults against Su Wanxin, and just couldn’t stop.
Even when that mysterious contact reminded her it was about ti to let up, lest it backfires, she paid no attention and even went into the fray with an alternate account herself.
Then, amidst the chaos, ST finally released this year’s financial statent.
Once Su Wanxin had the material in hand, she imdiately started her analysis.
Since she had previously claid she would keep an eye on ST’s financials, they were particularly cautious about this, and to be fair, the report was indeed made to look quite attractive.
Fu Shihan arrived after three in the afternoon, finding her buried within piles of data and financial sheets, too busy to even spare him a glance.
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